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Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



The Weather couldn't have been more fitting. 

Rose Dwyer felt as if every drop of rain falling from the pitch black sky was pelting her creaky and somewhat overweight 51 year old body as she sat in the driver's seat of her rental car, staring pensively out into the deluge as she waited in a motel parking lot, well over a hundred miles from home. 

For a trip that long, Rose came armed with surprisingly little. Dressed in her Sunday best as she stewed in the seat of her parked car, all she'd brought with her was a photo album, her Bible, and a mouthwash bottle full of homemade whiskey she'd snuck from her Husband's private stash. 

Rose had asked herself several times why she'd went through the trouble of dressing up in one of her few dress and blouse sets for the long drive instead of her normal down home attire of jeans and sneakers. The voices in her head kept telling Rose what she was attempting amounted to a calling, a mission she'd been sent on by her Lord and Savior to bring one of his lost flock home. 

For whatever reason Rose had also applied a healthy bit of make-up, mascara and lipstick, to the point it almost looked as if she was headed to Easter Services at the small church her Husband had been the pastor at the past 17 years instead of a non-descript interstate motel on the other side of the state. 

"I'm gonna melt as soon as I step out into this stuff," Rose said to herself as the insides of the car windows began to fog from the radiating warmth of her body. 

For all the primping and preparing she'd done however, Rose wanted nothing more than to sit there for another hour or so and the person she was there to meet never to materialize from the torrential downpour. 

Rubbing her fingertips over the soft leather casing of the photo album she kept so many of her memories in, Rose flipped back and forth through the pictures under the dimness of the overhead lights in the parking lot. Looking occassionally over to the Bible sitting in the passenger seat beside her, Rose knew she should probably be reading through it instead, but somehow she wasn't sure she wanted to hear God's answers to the questions she'd been forced to ask herself over the past week. 

So in that netherworld between trying to make some sense of why she'd driven halfway across the state, and working up the courage to confront the demons that drove her there, Rose unscrewed the cap from the Listerine bottle and took another swig of her Husband's moonshine. 

"RRRRRGGGG... AAHHHHH," Rose cringed each time the bitter fire water washed down her throat, but the calming wave that followed was enough to keep her content as she sat in the car watching the watch on her wrist creep towards 10pm. 

Pulling the scrapbook towards her chest, Rose nestled it between her ample bosom and the steering wheel and intently studied several of the photos. Childless due to a medical issue in her 20's, with her Husband's status of being the long time religious figurehead of several small towns in the mountains of West Virginia, many of the troubled and forsaken children in the area had at one time or another found a warm bed, a hot meal and a caring shoulder at the Dwyer household. 

Rose found herself focusing on one certain boy in the pictures. Even though some of the photos were as many as 5 or 6 years old, Rose could close her eyes and remember the exact moment each of the pictures were snapped as if it happened that morning. It was just part of the nurturing nature of her DNA to remember the people who came into her life and the joy, and sadly sometimes also the sorrow, they brought. 

Repeatedly rubbing the plastic sheeting covering the photos with her thumb, tears began to well in Rose's eyes as the rain continued to batter everything around her. She'd almost put herself into a state of hypnosis losing herself in the scrapbook when the faint sound of splashing footsteps in the parking lot snapped her back to reality. 

Craning her neck towards the right, Rose could see a shadowy figure through the raindrops streaming down the windshield. Holding her breath as a sudden chill encased her spine, she watched as the man made a soaking wet beeline for the steps leading up to the second deck of the motel. Even though the man's head was down and covered with the hood of a sweatshirt, Rose could tell from his angular frame, and the definitive gait of his movements, who it was. 

When he finally topped the steps and turned towards the numbered doors of the rooms, Rose could feel the grip she had on the scrapbook in her lap tighten. Her heart quickly sunk when she watched him slide his keycard into the same room he'd told her to meet him at the previous night. Rose knew right then, any hope that all this had been a mistake or simply all a bad dream wasn't to be. 

Seeing the drenched man disappear briskly inside the room before slamming the door behind him, Rose muttered a psalm to herself as she laid the photo album back down in the passenger seat, knowing her moment of reckoning was now at hand. 

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For Rose, it had all started out innocently enough five days earlier. She'd been over at the house of one of the members of her Husband's congregation, basically house-sitting while the man was away on a business trip. Rose had gone over to Sam Puttman's place each day that week to feed the fish, check his mail and make sure everything was in order. With the increased opiate and meth abuse in the area, incidents of home invasion and burglary had skyrocketed, especially in a small town like Coburn where all the residents pretty much knew the comings and goings of everyone around them. 

On her third day over to the Puttnam house, an idea sparked in Rose's head that she would quickly grow to regret. 

The treasurer at her church, and an admitted creature of habit, Rose was begrudgingly allowing herself to be dragged into the digital age. Having walked past Sam's small home office each time she'd gone over to the house to tend to things, Rose glanced at his computer and remembered him telling her a few Sundays back about a neat spreadsheet program he had on his system that might help her with the bookwork for the church. 

Knowing she had all afternoon free that day, Rose eventually worked up the courage to take a seat at Sam's desk chair before cozying up to the blank monitor. 

"This feels weird... maybe you shouldn't," a sheepish voice in Rose's head warned, never one to feel comfortable touching someone else's property without explicit permission. 

"Well he does trust you enough to look after his whole house while he's gone," another more forceful voice overrode the first, and within a few seconds she was cautiously reaching out to click the power button on. 

Biting her lower lip, Rose felt her skin crawl as the machine instantly began to fire up. 

"Good," she sighed with relief when the screen lit up and she saw the icon for the program Sam Puttnam had mentioned. 

Pressing the mouse, Rose surfed though the spreadsheet setup for a couple of minutes, familiarizing herself with it, then made plans to bring her folder with the church's paperwork over to the house the next day and see if she could plug in some numbers. 

"I'll definitely have to thank Sam for suggesting this," Rose said to herself before preparing to shut the computer down and go on about her business. 

Just before she logged off, the internet icon on Sam's screen caught Rose's eye. 

"Been meaning to look up that recipe website Gloria was mentioning the other day... the one with those cobbler recipes," she thought out loud. "I'm sure Sam wont mind. "

"Is kind of weird he doesn't even have the password function turned on," Rose mumbled. "But... he does lives alone... guess he doesn't have anyone else to worry with it. "

Clicking on the search function as soon as Sam's homepage lit up, Rose was getting ready to type in the web address when the words "You have mail" echoed from the speakers. 

"Don't need to look at his mail," Rose laughed to herself, feeling strangely unsettled with each step she took deeper into Sam Puttnam's private world. 

After 10 minutes of so, Rose had copied down several dessert recipes from the site onto the notepad she kept in her purse. With all her curiosity quenched, she was finally ready to log out off, gather her things and head back home. 

Seeing there were more than 20 unread messages in Sam's inbox, Rose shuddered to think how many he was going to have to flip through when he eventually got back from his trip. 

"Gotta be mostly spam," Rose thought, knowing Sam wasn't exactly a social butterfly. 

A widower since his Wife had died in a car wreck five years earlier, the gossip among the women around the church was that Sam hadn't dated much since the accident. He'd seemed to be content burying himself into his job as an antique dealer and often took trips around the country, and occasionally abroad. 

Not to Rose's surprise, when she clicked open Sam's email account, it was in fact full of various real estate shams and credit card offers. Just before she could start erasing the list of junkmail however, something way down on the screen stopped Rose in her tracks. 

"CCStud88," the email address read followed by the name "Cory" in parenthesis. 

An cold wave of nausea swept through Rose's abdomen as she leaned forward in her chair to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. 

"Why would Cory's name be on Sam's email list?" she asked herself. 

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Cory Randolph Cofield had been one of the seemingly endless array of disadvantaged youths who'd found themselves spending time in the Dwyer household over the past two decades. There had certainly been ones more memorable than Cory, but what Rose always seemed to remember most about him was his intensity, sense of self reliance and an innate survival instinct at such an early age. From what she could recall, Cory always had a supreme distaste when people tried to help him, almost as if the realization that he needed help forced him to be reminded about the upheaval and broken bonds of trust he'd been forced to endure as a child. 

Cory had lost his Father when he was 9 to a mining accident, and it wasn't long before his Mother had fallen in with the wrong crowd and found herself saddled with a drug addiction and mounting legal issues. By the time Cory was a teenager, his Mother had pretty much grown ambivalent about everything that had mattered in her life, including her two kids. 

Cory's younger Sister had got off lucky. Young enough, and frankly manageable enough, to be salavaged she'd been for all intents and purposes adopted by some relatives up in Ohio. Cory, on the other hand, seemed to have a way of burning every bridge someone tried to build him. 

>From Rose's best recollection, she thought the first time Cory had

graced the Dwyer home had been when he was 14 or 15 perhaps, but it became quickly apparent he wasn't going to blend very well into a structured environment. 

They'd found drugs on Cory several times, he'd pretty much dropped out of school by age 16, and there were even rumors he'd knocked up several of the local girls before he disappeared from town. It had been almost 4 years since Rose had seen Cory, and with the never ending stream of things to worry about, it had been quite awhile since she'd even thought about him. That was until his name popped up on 46 year old Sam Puttnam's email list. 

"Maybe it's a different Cory Cofield?" Rose tried to rationalize, knowing deep down the astronomical odds of that being the case. 

"What business of yours is it anyway?" a very sober voice in Rose's head scolded. "And besides... do you really want to know what the truth is?"

Rose breathed in a hearty chest full of air before spewing out a long and bellowing sigh as she stared a hole through the computer screen. 

"Just log off and go home... no one knows any of this ever happened, and no one ever has to," she tried convincing herself. 

"But... ," that gnawing curiosity in the deepest reaches of Rose's intestines, wouldn't let it go. 

Powerless to stop herself, Rose clicked her finger down and opened the latest email from Cory to Sam. 

"... Dear... God... ," was all Rose's trembling lips could manage when she read the content of the message. 

"Thanks for a great night last weekend Sammy," the email began. "Each time we get together it seems like things get wilder and wilder... Never would have guessed it about you... people can let go a little bit when they get away from home. "

"I'll be in Huntington again late next week... let me know if your interested in driving out. Look forward to it. "

Snakes felt like they were slithering through Rose's intestines as she tried to process what she was reading. Even though the words were relatively mundane and innocuous, the implication was heartbreakingly perverse. Feeling as if the plug had been pulled from her brain, Rose sat in that swiveling chair feeling as if her whole body had turned to gelatin. 

"Just back out and log off, no one has to know and God knows you've been keeping secrets all your life... you can keep this one too," that sane voice of reason urged, but as the old song went, her hands felt like two balloons as she tried clicking the backspace key. 

Her eyes burning as she read and re-read the text, Rose went nearly a minute without blinking as she tried to make sense of Sam and Cory's relationship. The disgust she started to feel as the comprehension of it all began to settle into her marrow quickly graduated to anger. 

"What in the world does Sam think he's doing... Cory is only a boy... he's only a... ," Rose babbled out loud until she reminded herself that he was 20 years old now, and from the harsh way he was forced to grow up, truthfully he'd never had a chance to simply be a boy. 

That realization only added to Rose's feeling of helplessness. She knew something must be done, but confronting it on any level would require her to admit she'd snooped into Sam's email, and as disgusting as the facts might be, there wasn't anything illegal about it. For now, all Rose could do was hold everything in like a tea kettle under constant and building pressure. 

Finally mustering the coordination to back out of Sam's account, Rose filled with renewed determination to find her way out of this moral conundrum. Defiantly clicking on Sam's list of saved favorites, Rose's blood boiled thinking about how a man she and her Husband had known for over 10 years, who they'd broke bread with, who they'd even helped put together a memorial service for his departed Wife, could be capable of such a shameful and vile act. 

When she saw some of the sites Sam had saved however, that blood boiling in her veins quickly turned to jagged shards of ice. Sitting there in the makeshift office, her mouth agape as she stared at the monitor, Rose Dwyer tried to digest the array of gay sex, bondage, and S&M sites, not to mention other ones that went even further beyond the realm of human decency. Mixed in with all the other sites was a link to Cory's Myspace page. 

This far into the pit, Rose had no choice but to plow on. 

Any hope that the 'Cory Cofield' Sam had been talking to wasn't the same one she'd tried to help years earlier was shattered when she clicked on the link and opened his profile. Rose went limp and slumped in the chair when she saw his picture pop up. While she'd never seen Cory with his shirt off as he was in the main profile pic, she would have recognized those same piercing yet hollow eyes anywhere. 

As if Rose needed any more confirmation, seeing the interest list on Cory's profile made her shake her head and bow in shame. Her stomach churning more with each passing second, from what she could gather from seeing his list of online friends, Cory had basically turned himself into a plaything for lecherous, but seemingly well off, older men. 

"Well now you know," the stern voice of reason inside her head chimed back in. 

"Do you feel better?" it sarcastically quipped. 

"You look under rocks and you're gonna see some things you might not like," it continued to chastise. "Now just go home and get back on with the things you have some control over. This ain't your fight anymore. "

Still, Rose didn't budge from her seat. Instead she scanned even further down Cory's profile page until she saw a link to a photo sharing website. 

"No," a chorus of frazzled voices in her head begged, but she was too far gone. 

Whatever it was Rose Dwyer was looking for when she opened up Cory's 'private folder', she could have never been prepared for what she saw. If seeing Cory posing with his shirt off for a picture was hard enough for Rose to swallow, then the photos in the folder would cause her to choke on everything she held dear. There were upwards of 40 pics, each with Cory in a various state of undress, and a few of them with him and other men. 

The normally pale skin on Rose's cheeks and neck now blotched a sickening shade of red and she was visibly trembling as the litany of pictures in front of her swirled and blended together into one horribly vivid cornucopia of flesh of the screen. 

The various errands she had to run later that afternoon temporarily forgotten, Rose looked like an entranced zombie sitting in front of Sam Puttnam's desktop computer. Spread out before her eyes were over three dozen pictures of a fully grown young man she'd tried years ago to salvage as a youth. Billions of conflicted emotions swelled through Rose' capillaries as she struggled for her breath. 

Rose visibly wretched at the content of the photos, but like a deer in headlights, she just couldn't look away. Cory's eyes seemed to peer accusingly back at her from each one of the pictures until she felt herself melting under the weight of his two dimensional stare. 

"Like what you see?" those eyes almost taunted. 

The mouse now shaking in her sweaty right hand, it was powerless to stop Rose as she clicked, one by one, each of those thumbnails until they grew into full blown images in front of her. Several had obviously been taken by Cory while he was alone with his digital camera, several others had been taken by someone else while Cory posed provocatively, but the ones that left Rose sickened and haggard the most were the ones of Cory locked in graphic and gross sexual positions with various other men. 

Rose had been party to hundreds of sermons her Husband had given over the years on the despicable and sinful nature of homosexuality, but this was the first time she'd ever witnessed for herself the visceral nature of it at its most hardcore. And like a train barreling straight down the tracks towards her, Rose felt as if her feet were stuck in concrete. 

She found herself flipping through the photos, trying to find anyone she might recognize from town in the shot with Cory, but thankfully she didn't. One of the things that struck her was that several of the men had wedding rings on their fingers even though they were conjoined in the most obscene of manners with Cory, and the thought of that violation of trust just heightened Rose's disgust. 

If anyone else had been in the room watching Rose click maniacally through the pictures, they would have sworn she was having a mental breakdown right before their eyes. They might have even crouched in fear when they saw the way she suddenly bolted up from the chair and made a mad dash towards the nearest trashcan with her right hand cupped tightly over her mouth. 

Somehow Rose was able to stifle her vomiting reflex. When the natural flow of adrenaline followed, she could feel the welcoming traces of cool and soothing calm wash through her body. Standing in the doorway of Sam Puttnam's makeshift home office, Rose leaned like a drunk against the frame, doing her best not to stare at what was on the computer screen less than six feet away. 


Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 01



On the screen was an enlarged thumbnail of one of Cory's pictures. One with him posing shirtless, in a pair of unbuttoned and unzipped blue jeans, holding his erect cock like a fat sausage in his right hand as he leered at whoever was holding the camera. 

Instead of the same expression of outrage and confusion that had been building on Rose's face ever since she opened the file, what was there now was somehow softer and more unsure. Her arms folded, giving her the appearance of a woman in a self imposed straight jacket, Rose slowly started walking forward once again until she was standing directly above the glowing moniter. Despite the obvious and overwhelming repulsion she felt, there was something else base and much more primal stirring inside her, something that Cory seemed to possess that she couldn't ever fathom she was yearning for. 

The agitated ions that had been coursing through the room had somehow dulled during the time Rose spent away from the computer. An eerie calm seemed to settle over everything as Rose gently sat herself back down in the still warm seat. Taking one deep breath after another, Rose eventually worked up the courage to look at the screen once again, and the obscene picture splashed across it. 

"God... please forgive me," was all Rose was able to mumble under her breath when her eyes focused back on Cory's standing there with his erection resting in his hand. 

Rose could literally feel the battle raging inside her head between rational and primal thought, between her Id and Ego, leaving her sitting there for the time being looking like nothing more than an empty vessel until one side prevailed. 

"SHHH... AAHHHH," she spat, her voice sounding like air streaming from a balloon when she slipped her right hand under the elastic band of her black leggings, signaling the end of that internal battle between want and need. 

Tracing her fingertips along the outer ridges of her labia, Rose could clearly feel the wet spot that had already seeped from her crotch cover the back of her hand as she angled her fingers inside her. The chair squeaking each time she made a sudden movement, Rose took one gigantic breath before allowing her gaze to sweep down the length of Cory's torso in the photo. 

"He's looking right at you," Rose whispered to herself, feeling the beet red blush already covering her face explode across her entire upper body. 

The squishing sound of her fingers working deeper into her molten cunt, Rose could feel the spittle of warm drool gently pooling on her lips as she finally allowed her gaze to settle on the slab of meat jutting from Cory's crotch. 

"AAAHH... AAAHHH," her groans grew louder as she openly began masturbating herself there in the chair. 

Knowing she had the house completely to herself, and no one was really looking for her to be anywhere for another few hours, Rose allowed herself to let go. 

It had been years since her Husband had touched her sexually. Whatever the reason she'd turned him off, whether it was his job as a preacher that had turned him away, or self consciously the extra weight she'd gained along with the other ravages aging had wrought, or if it was simply the normal dulling as passion between Husband and Wife, Rose didn't realize until just then how much she missed being desired by someone else. 

Seeing a half naked and aroused man staring back at her, even if it was just a vividly clear picture, unleashed something inside Rose she wasn't quite sure how to handle. Before she could stop herself, she'd shoved her right hand all the way down the front of her pants and her large round ass was working off the cushioned seat to meet her own perverse advances. 

Rose wasn't a complete stranger to pleasuring herself. It was something she'd discovered out of necessity as a young girl being raised in a very strict Baptist home. After marrying a man that had dedicated his life to preaching the word of God, Rose gradually found it to be the only outlet for the repressed sexual feelings that occasionally welled up. Considering her background and circle of friends, even though she knew most other women at some point did take care of themselves, it was also something she'd always kept private. 

Her fantasy fodder usually centered around simple scenarios with some of the men at church or occasionally on a TV or movie star. Rarely did something as deep, dark or depraved as what she was imagining now ever infiltrate her senses. The taboo of it all seemed to send vibrations Rose had never experienced crackling through her system as she dug her fingers deeper into her soupy cunt, the whole time staring at the image of Cory on the screen. 

For her own sanity, Rose purposefully tried telling herself the image she was seeing was just a random male, not a boy she'd known and tried to help as a youngster. That it was just a faceless, nameless, half naked stranger there for her viewing pleasure. The faster she spun her fingers through her pussy however, the more she found herself becoming lost in Cory's pixilated gaze. 

"AAHH... CORY... YESSSS... AAHH... YESSS," she spat before she could stop herself, knowing now it was fruitless to even try kidding her conscience over what she was doing. 

Besides, other than her, who would ever know. 

It didn't take long before Rose's body succumb to its burning need. Her knees nestled against the front edge of the desk in front of her, Rose wrenched her hand over and over between her fleshy thighs until her breathing became shallow and rapid. Unable to get her whole hand down inside her pants, Rose was able to pinch enough of her clitoris between the tips of her index finger and thumb while scrapping the remaining fingertips through the soaked and rubbery folds of her labia. 

Traipsing her gaze down the rigid jaw line of Cory's cheek, Rose visually absorbed the contours of the 20 year old boy's bare and well defined chest before concentrating her full attention on the appendage resting heavily in his right hand. She could feel her own chest heaving as she stared at Cory's massive girth, unable to stop herself from imagining just what it would feel like buried deep inside her. 

Speeding her fingers through her pussy as she approached climax, the untold thoughts of filth exploding through Rose's brain caused visible palpitations to ripple through her convulsing body. Her right arm churning between the heavy swells of her breasts, Rose bent the side of her face against the head rest of the chair and squeezed her left tit hard with her free hand through the loose fitting shirt she had on. 

Biting down hard on her lower lip when she sensed her orgasm bear down on her, Rose spread her knees wide and squirmed like a clumsy fish in her seat as Cory continued to leer mockingly from the computer screen. 

The screws holding Sam Puttnam's desk chair together strained as Rose thrashed uncontrollably in the seat, her wails echoing through every corridor of the house as she allowed herself the satisfaction of a much needed release. 

"AAAHHH... UURRGGHH... AAAHHH... AAHHHHHH,,,MMMMMMMMMMMM... AANNNNGGRRAAHHHHHH," Rose cried out, her tortured voice leaving her throat in one continuous gutteral moan as her glassy eyes fixated on Cory, and the substantial erection waiting invitingly in his hand. 

"GOD YES... GOD YES... GAAAWDDDDD YEESSSSSSSSS... AAHHHYEEZZZZZZZZZZ," Rose's shrieks finally crested, leaving her fingers drenched in her own slick and copious vaginal spray. 

By the grace of the good Lord above, Rose had taught herself to be multi-orgasmic over the years and as she selfishly sat there, her body cringing with every subtle movement, she allowed several bone-jarring tremors to pile into one another like the derailed cars of a wrecked train. Tears literally streaming from her eyes, Rose's could feel her heart beating like a brass drum inside her chest, and she prayed to God she wouldn't die right there in front of Sam's computer, with that indecent picture staring back from the screen. 

Determined to bleed every bit of joy from her depraved act, Rose continued to shove her hand deep into her swampy and wet panties and grazed her fingertips across her clitoris every 10 seconds or so, sending aftershock after orgasmic aftershock ripping through her crumpled body. 

It took awhile, but gradually Rose's senses began seeping back into the rational parts of her brain she'd turned off for a few minutes for her own self preservation. Finally pulling her soaked fingers away from her crotch, Rose looked down at the steaming, musky scented digits and the cold reality of what she'd done started to sink in. 

Allowing her feet to settle back down on the floor, Rose leaned back in the seat, closed her eyes and prayed several minutes for forgiveness over what she'd done. Each time she inhaled a deep breath however, the resonating scent she'd spewed all over her fingers was a cruel reminder that the Devil was always at close at hand. 

Once again she found it difficult to look back up at the picture of Cory on the screen. Knowing the image of him standing there with his exposed cock offered up in his hand would be seared into her brain forever, Rose simply couldn't bring herself to look at the computer screen again. Blindly pounding her fingers down on the backspace key over and over, when Rose did look back up she'd thankfully removed herself from Cory's folder. 

"Good God," Rose shook her head and sighed, her face awash with embarrassment and exhaustion, feeling like a crushed soda can sitting there trying to determine her next move. 

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The startling flash of another car's headlights turning into the motel parking lot shook Rose back to reality after she'd spent the previous few minutes re-living the events that had brought her all the way out to Huntington. Looking back up to the room Cory had rented out, Rose felt a convey of shivers race down her spine as raindrops continued to pelt the windshield. 

"Can't just sit here all night," she muttered to herself before reaching over and taking another shot of moonshine from the mouthwash bottle. 

Wringing her hands around the steering wheel after putting the cap back on the bottle, Rose thought back to that afternoon at Sam Puttnam's place, and the feeling of guilt that bleed from her pores as she washed the evidence of her indiscretion off her fingers and down the drain. By the time she was able to look herself in the mirror that hung over his bathroom sink, the inherent need inside Rose to make things right had already started gnawing at her heels. After wiping her hands clean, she found herself walking back towards Sam's computer to look through all the older emails from Cory he still had saved. 

After a little digging, Rose had come across a correspondence between Cory and Sam where they'd set up a meeting at an interstate motel a couple hours west in Huntington a few months earlier. It was the same motel Cory mentioned he'd be at the upcoming weekend in that first email she'd opened. 

Having locked the memory of the evil deed she'd just done at the computer back into the proverbial bottle, Rose sat out to make the situation right. She decided right there on the spot to drive out and meet Cory, even though she hadn't seen him in almost four years, and salvage what she could of his lost soul. 

And so there she was, sitting in a dimly lit motel parking lot in the middle of a thunderstorm, trying to muster the courage to face the most difficult confrontation of her life. The homemade whiskey beginning to percolate in her blood stream, Rose could feel a sheen of sweat on her brow from a mixture of the humidity and her own frayed nerves as she stared anxiously up at that second floor room where Cory sat, oblivious to the surprise visitor awaiting him. 

"This ain't getting anything done," Rose groused, knowing she had to fish or cut bait pretty soon. 

"Just start the car and drive back home, there's nothing for you here but pain and trouble," a voice in her head warned. 

The guilt of having to face God on Judgment Day kept Rose there however, not wanting to have to answer for not pulling Cory back from the moral abyss when she had the chance. After a quick prayer with the Bible clutched tightly to her chest, and a final swig from the bottle of shine, Rose opened the door and without the aid of an umbrella, braved the deluge. 

Even God at that moment was probably looking down at Rose and wondering what the Hell she was doing. 

"First time in five years you decide to wear heels and you do it during a downpour... real smart Rose," she chastised herself as she clumsily waddled her overweight body up the steps. 

"PHHHEEWWWW," Rose let out a long deep breath once she'd scaled the stairway and ducked beneath the canopy out of the rain. 

Taking a quick look to her right as she huddled beside the reddish glow of a Coke machine, she could see Cory's room about 20 feet down. Soaking wet and mentally dehydrated, Rose knew there was no turning back. 

Still, it took quite awhile before Rose was able to put one foot in front of the other and start the longest short walk she could imagine. Shaking like a drenched mutt every few seconds, Rose could hear the TV's coming from each room she passed and she whimsically longed to be back home on her sofa with her Husband, away from the chaos she sensed was about to ensue. 

Standing like a waterlogged beggar in front of the door to Room 218, at the less than quaint Bordertown Inn, Rose took a deep breath then resolutely knocked on the door. Just as she did a loud clap of thunder rumbled through the sky and she prepared to knock louder a second time. Her head bowed, Rose raised her knuckles to do just that when the door suddenly swung open... 

Part 2 is on the way



Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 02



The 'Cory Cofield' Rose saw when he opened the door was a far cry from the one she'd last seen when she and her Husband had kicked him out of their house after finding pot on him when he was 16. 

Rail thin, without a hint of the baby fat he once had, Cory was a shade over 6 foot 3. Hard living had also taken it's toll. Even though he was only 20, any rational person would have guessed him to be 25 or maybe 30 in the right light. 

Standing in front of him, seeing him dressed much the same way he was in the picture she'd masturbated to a few days earlier, in a pair of tight and faded jeans with an unbuttoned flannel shirt, Rose felt her throat turn to sand and her knees knock under the hem of her two size too small and rain soaked skirt. 

"... Mrs. Dwyer...?" she heard Cory ask, his brown eyes bugging out of his skull. 

"... Hi Cory," Rose surprised herself by being able to respond. 

For Cory, seeing Rose Dwyer standing in the doorway of the motel room he did business in when he was in Huntington left him more than a little stunned. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her, but like most of his relationships, he was sure they didn't part under the best of circumstances. 

Having set up an encounter with a man who was due at the motel in less than an hour, when Cody had heard the knock at the door, he'd sprung up angrily thinking the guy was early. When he opened the door and saw the Wife of his hometown's preacher standing there staring back, Cory's mouth suddenly filled with a bitter backwash of confusion. 

"I know... this has to be a little of a surprise... " he heard Rose start to say. 

"Get in here... you're drenched," Cory coldly interrupted, grabbing the older woman's arm and pulling her inside the room. 

Closing the door quickly behind her, Cory then turned towards the bed and grabbed the towel he'd dried himself off with a little while earlier. 

"Here," he said before tossing Rose the towel. 

The obvious question for Cory to ask was, "What the Hell are you doing here?" but he couldn't bring himself to utter it. Whether it was the fact Rose was an authority figure from his past, or if he was simply too flummoxed by the surreal nature of seeing her standing there, but Cory couldn't quite process his jumbled thoughts into words. 

"I know what you've been doing," Rose carefully addressed Cory, trying not to look directly at him. "I'm here to beg with you... plead with you Cory... please stop... before you catch something... or get hurt... or worse. "

Cory just stood beside the bed absorbing Rose's words, feeling just a twinge of innocent warmth that someone still cared enough to want to help him. Unfortunately, the stink of his lifestyle had become so thick, no one, including the well meaning and angel-hearted woman standing in front of him was going to be able to pull him from his depths. And like anything to do with gravitational pull, it becomes much easier for things to fall then to raise themselves up. 

"What the Hell do you know?" Cory shot back, trying to sound as defiant as he could. "And who told you?"

"No one," Rose bowed her head and replied softly. "I sort of just accidentally stumbled upon it. "

Rose was gonna add to what she was saying when she saw some drug paraphernalia laid out on the dresser beside her. A knotted, choking silence ensued as the reality of Cory's plight became apparent. 

It struck Rose that Sam Puttnam might not be the only person from back home involved with Cory if he instantly didn't suspect Sam for leaking where to find him. 

"I've got someone coming in an hour or so... you're gonna have to leave," Cory said with a polite, almost pleading tone, but Rose didn't budge. 

Cory knew he could manhandle her if he wanted and simply throw Rose back out into the rain, but that was an option he knew he would only use as a last resort. Instead he stared more intently at her as she stood 6 feet away and swore he saw something in Rose's sullen eyes, something he'd seen numerous times before in other troubled people he'd dealt with. 

Suddenly the entire vibe in the room changed. 

"You drove all this way to try to save me?" Cory nearly mocked. 

Rose weakly nodded her head up and down. 

"No you didn't," Cory sniped a few seconds later. 

Rose's face went gaunt when Cory effectively pierced the facade she tried to hide behind. The longer Cory stood there sizing Rose up, the more he couldn't ever remember the preacher's wife dressed up quite the way as she was. Having been to church several times with the Dwyers back in the day, he could recall Rose wearing perhaps a light shade of blush and a hint of dime store perfume along with pantsuits. But looking at her now wearing a skirt and blouse set, along with a healthy layer of make-up and mascara, which was now running in several black wrinkles down her face from the rain, it further added to Cory's testosterone fueled curiosity. 

"Again Mrs. Dwyer... I really need you to leave," Cory's monotone voice peeled from his throat. 

Still Rose didn't move, but Cory was picking up clearly on an aura she didn't even realize she was giving off. 

Rose's pupils widened and her breathing ceased when Cory started to walk slowly towards her. The discernable difference in height between the two became readily apparent with each step he took closer to her and Rose felt her own gaze withering under the white heat of Cory's stare. 

"I'll ask you one more time, Mrs. Dwyer " he began, still walking straight towards her "You came all this way to save... me?"

"Or did you come to save yourself?" he cryptically added before Rose had time to think. 

"... Myself..." the 51 year old woman winced, feeling Cory's words work just like an ax, splitting her self control in two. 

Cory extended his hands out towards Rose before he'd really decided just what he was going to do when he grabbed her. Part of him wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her out of the fog she was in. There was also a horrible part of Cory that was tempted to grab Rose and throw her right back out into the rain and slam the door behind her, just as many people had done to him, literally and figuratively, over the years. 

When he took hold of Rose's upper arms however, she seemed to simply melt in his grip. Of all the reactions Rose could have had to being grabbed, that was one Cory wasn't prepared for. If she'd tried to put up a struggle, he would have easily overpowered her. If Rose had tried to quote some scripture, he would have laughed right in her face about the wisdom of her God. But to have her collapse against him like nothing more than a deflated balloon left Cory bewildered and uneasy. 

Between the adrenaline and narcotics already poisoning his system, Cory was also inundated with the scent of the perfume Rose had liberally applied before her trip, and that only added to the whirlwind whistling through his distorted senses. 

The intensity of the rain pounding the front of the motel room only worsened as Cory patted his hand softly across the center of the sobbing woman's back. 

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," Rose sniffled, traces of her smeared mascara now staining Cory's chest. 

"Sorry for what?" he almost asked but thought better of it. 

Nearly a minute passed as the two stood in that awkward embrace together before Rose finally mustered the fortitude to pull her face back and look up at Cory towering over her. 

"I need you," she finally admitted in the faintest of whispers, to him and to herself for the first time. "That's why I came all the way out here Cory... I need you. "

Rose's words nearly pulled the rug out from Cory. To hear her say what she did, in the tone she delivered it in, landed well off the 20 year old boy's emotional grid. Before he could even begin to manage a response however, he took another look into Rose's eyes and saw the familiar murky gleam of desperation and want in her defeated gaze. 

Cory had come to recognize that look in many of the men he'd fooled around with, many of whom were married and straight but had fought the longings for most of their adult life. It was a part of the human condition that wasn't pretty, but it was one Cory had become quite intimate with, and Rose was showing all the tell-tale signs. 

To see this woman from his youth, the woman who was married to the town preacher standing in front of him in the condition she was in left Cory swelling with a sense of power and bravado. To think she'd driven halfway across the state, through a driving rainstorm and dressed the way she was to see him caused Cory to draw, as obscene as it was, only one conclusion. 

Sensitivity and empathy not being Cory's strong suits, he simply did what nature had trained him to do. 

Raising his right hand up to the matronly swells of Rose's bosom, Cory clenched his fingers around her left tit and squeezed it between the still rain-soaked material of her silk blouse. 

"GGGRR... AAHHHH," Rose shuddered softly. 

The tenseness was clear in the married woman's face as Cory gently kneaded his hand into the cushiony flesh of Rose's breast, and he felt a rushing wave of warmth sweep through his system seeing the way the older woman submitted to his advances. Guiding his fingertips up Rose's chest, Cory scoured them across the front of her neck before pressing them securely just below her left ear. He thought for a second of leaning in and kissing Rose on the lips, but Cory sensed that would have shown too much intimacy and tenderness for the given situation. For better or worse, Rose was there for something much more primal and base. 

Instead of kissing her on the mouth, Cory parted his lips and eased forward until he'd chewed down on the soft, smooth and salty flesh just below Rose's right ear. 

"WAAAHHH," Rose's voice exploded from her lungs. 

Looking just like snared prey as she stood there with Cory's mouth lavishly devouring her neck, Rose felt Cory's free hand slip around her back to keep her from completely crumbling to the floor. Her heart beating angrily in her chest, Rose could feel Cory's lips and teeth gnaw gently at her neck, and she was left with no choice but to clutch her hands around the young man's back. 

"My God... am I really doing this?" she asked herself as Cory continued to roughly fondle her left breast. 

Keeping her eyes sealed shut, Rose could feel Cory's mouth churning across the width of her neck until he was fiercely kissing the front of her throat. His left hand tucked securely around her back, Rose instantly locked her right leg against Cory's left to support her suddenly unstable weight. 

"This... is... wrong," Rose managed to mutter one painful word at a time, but Cory never so much as acknowledged her. 

After Rose struggled a few moments later to repeat her guilty plea, Cory's only response was to ease the pressure of his right hand off Rose's tit, slide it down the roundness of her belly and finally slide it up underneath the hem of her skirt until his palm was flush against the front panel of the married woman's warm and sticky panties. 

Continuing to ravage Rose's throat with his tongue, Cory massaged the older woman's crotch until his hand was covered in the buttery moisture seeping from her cunt. 

"Yep... this is wrong," Cory almost sneered as he jabbed his fingers upwards against the swollen fissure of Rose's panty clad vagina. 

Feeling Rose's knees buckle each time he twisted his grip between her legs, without warning Cory then lowered himself down to the floor in front of her. Keeping his hand tight against Rose's burning cunt, Cory used his free hand to lift the woman's skirt before diving his head beneath it. 

On some level Cory knew he should be reeling from the surreal nature of what he was doing with someone of Rose's ilk, but given the preponderance of obscene, risque, illegal and immoral things he'd done since the last time he saw the Wife of his hometown's preacher, even with something that over the top, Cory found himself handling it with his usual stoic matter-of-factness. 

His entire head ducked beneath Rose's dress, Cory didn't have a lot of light to see where he was guiding his face, but he could clearly follow the scent. The aroma of Rose Dwyer's sex permeated Cory's senses as he leaned up towards her crotch. 

Rose, on the other hand, didn't quite have the same mundane expression on her weathered face. Parting her eyelids just enough to see Cory's head bobbing beneath the front of her skirt, she felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach begin to slam headlong into each other. 

"Wha... Wha... What are you... what are you doing?" she babbled, trying to balance her jittery feet on the carpe as Cory's warm breath steadily drifted across the bare skin of her inner thighs. 

"OOOHHH... GOODDD," Rose squealed to the ceiling when she felt Cory's mouth clamp down for the first time on the soaked front of her panties. 

Gripping her fingertips tight around the top of the 20 year old boy's head as it bulged out her skirt, Rose's eyes became as big as saucers as she tried processing what she saw. 

A convoy of rapid and loud gasps shot from her throat feeling Cory chew through the silk covered membrane of her panties until he was swiping his tongue across the drenched folds of her distended labia. 

"MMMM... YYEEEEEE... AAAHHHHH," Rose yelped, now digging her fingers into the material of her navy blue skirt covering Cory's twisting head to keep herself from toppling over. 

"I can't take... I can't take... I can't... aahh... ahhh... aaahhh," she winced over and over, her voice whistling through the small room at the same time the squishing sounds of Cory's vaginal assault filtered up from below. 

Her trembling legs bracketed against each of Cory's shoulders as he knelt at her feet, Rose felt her head start to spin and prayed her already high blood pressure wouldn't cause her to have a stroke. 

"Wha... What are you doing?" she begged once again, this time when she felt Cory's hands reach up and clasp both sides of her behind. 

Something then happened that Rose didn't think was humanly possible. 

Rose had always been somewhat of a big-boned girl. Thankfully she'd been blessed with being well proportioned, but over the past decade or so she'd put on more weight than she was comfortable with. Needless to say, no one had tried to physically pick her up since she was a young child. 

Already disorientated by the situation she'd put herself in, that sensation was further heightened when she felt her feet rise a couple of inches off the floor. Feeling Cory's fingers digging into the chubby cheeks of her ass as his arms constricted around her waist, the room started to spin around Rose until she felt herself levitate in the air. 

"WWWHHAAAHHH," she wailed helplessly, the tips of her shoes dragging the carpet as Cory spun her around before dropping her like a sack of potatoes down on the bed beside where she'd just been standing. 

Flat on her back, the reality of Rose's predicament settled down on top of her as she stared at Cory kneeling at the foot of the bed. The chain of events she'd set in motion were now completely out of her control, and as she looked deep into Cory's hollow eyes, Rose had no clue just how debaucherous things were about to get. 

Watching Cory work the hem of her skirt steadily up towards her waist, Rose didn't even realize she was rocking her hips side to side on the bed to allow Cory easier access to work her dress up. Craning her neck off the pillow so she could see over the ample mounds of her breasts, Rose saw Cory's face framed between the brackets of her pasty white thighs. When she looked a little lower, Rose also clearly saw her hairy fleece beneath the sheer and moistened material of her panties. 

A look of razor sharp intent gleamed in Cory's eyes as he crept up on the bed between the older woman's legs, causing Rose to tremble visibly when she felt the clear purpose in his stare. Like a dog seized by his instinct to hunt, Cory didn't waste a moment allowing Rose to get comfortable on the bed. 

Seeing her dress hiked up far enough that her crotch was exposed, Rose assumed when she saw Cory lower his hands towards her panties that he was going to simply grab them by each side and pull them down. Instead, every drop of blood in Rose's body froze when she saw him dig his fingers into the V-shaped patch of material covering her vagina. Feeling his knuckles dragging against her frothy and pulsing cunt, Rose held perfectly still until Cory literally ripped the front of her panties apart, leaving her pussy bare beneath the tattered frays of her white undergarment. 

The sound of Cory tearing them apart echoed repeatedly through Rose's head as she stared down at the pink bloom of her labia spouting out from what was left of her underwear. Before she could even absorb the image of her raw and exposed sex however, Cory leaned forward between her legs and his face quickly eclipsed the view. 

"AAAHHH... CORY..." Rose immediately gasped when the boy's mouth splashed down on top of her bubbling quim. 

"SSHHH... AAAHHH..." she wheezed, kicking her feet out in the process causing her high heel shoes to flop down on the floor to each side of the boy between her legs. 

The smoothly ridged contours of Cory's tongue darting and dredging through her agitated vaginal folds, Rose twisted her head side to side on the pillow as Cory's entire face seemingly engulfed by her pussy. 

Rocking forward on his knees as he devoured Rose Dwyer's cunt, a million crazy things seemed to shoot through Cory's head. He remembered fantasizing about Rose the brief time he was staying with the family as a teenager, but at that age when he was nothing more than a walking and talking hormone driven monster, he pretty much mentally fucked every woman he came into contact with. Never once did he ever think he'd actually have sexual relations with any of them. 

It took hanging out over the past few years with some of his cohorts at various adult bookstores around the greater Cincinnati area for Cory to discover some of the elements of his sexual worth. Cory quickly learned many men would be more than willing to compensate him for what he had to offer. He also discovered many of the men he encountered would gladly spring for a room in return for being able to watch Cory do things to their wives they couldn't. 

The first few times Cory took part in those scenes was weird, but after awhile however, the rush of banging housewives, nurses, teachers, and other upstanding members of the community right in front of their own Husband while he watched, and often times jacked off, tripped Cory out to no end. 

At some point with all the positive reinforcement he was getting, Cory started to believe he could seduce any man or woman he passed walking down the street if he put his mind to it. To actually have the Wife of a preacher spread out on a bed in front of him however, with her calves draped over each of his shoulders as he ate her out was off the charts, even for him. 

It had been awhile since Cory had the pleasure of being with a woman. Sadly, the men he spent the most time servicing were the ones who kept food in his belly and a roof over his head. Often times out of fear for being outed, they overpaid Cory, just to keep their secret lifestyle safe. 

Rose's pussy was a well needed diversion and tasted marvelous on his palate. Corkscrewing his tongue like a paintbrush across the pulpy folds of the woman's syrupy vagina, Cory slid his arms under Rose's thighs and forced her crotch tight against his face. 

"AAAHHH... AAAHHHH," he could hear Rose bellow from above as she grinded her pussy anxiously back and forth across his lapping mouth. 

Alone with his thoughts and completely at ease in his element, Cory wondered if Rose had actually thought she was going to have sex with him when she made the long drive to Huntington. She'd certainly dressed the part, and from the way she seemed to have dabbed perfume in several sensitive areas of her body, there was evidence Rose thought it might come to that. 




Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 02



Cory also couldn't help but wonder who'd given up his secret. There were about a half dozen men from back home who he'd had relations with, and it bugged him to no end wondering which one of them had ratted him out. Knowing he'd eventually find out and deal with the issue then, Cory gouged each of his thumbs into the side walls of Rose's cunt and pulled the membrane apart, allowing him free reign to shove his tongue deep inside her musky snatch until each of his cheeks were saturated with her vaginal spit. 

Cory could feel Rose's fingers digging at his scalp as he chewed on her clitoris. The older woman's calves flexing each time he swiped his tongue over the raised pink bud, Cory used his thumbs to wrench apart Rose's mucousy vaginal walls until the bedsprings below began to creak under Rose's contortions. The rain outside providing an eerie backdrop as the mattress started to strain, Cory leaned forward on his knees and pressed his face flush against Rose's cunt. 

"Bitch is gonna cum," Cory thought to himself as the shrill sound of Rose's groans filled the dank and dimly lit room. 

Unrelenting in his oral assault on Rose's genitals, Cory massaged his fingers deep into the corners of her cunt as he created a vacuum seal with his mouth on her clit. Rolling his tongue like it was an implement of Satan over her bulging nub, Cory left the hapless married woman with no choice but to cum all over his face. 

"AAHHH... AAHHH... UUURR AAAHHHGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Rose grimaced, her body twisting savagely to the left as she came, her thighs sandwiching Cory's head, Somehow he kept the grip of his mouth glued to her cunt as she writhed helplessly on her side, drenching the 20-year-old's face and hair with her steaming release. 

It took nearly a minute, but Cory was finally able to ease backwards and pull his head free from between Rose's quivering thighs. Wiping the buttery froth of the older woman's ejaculate away from his mouth with the side of his right hand, Cory took a deep breath and looked down at several strands of his own hair resting between Rose's fingers, a direct result of the ferocity she was gripping his head when he made her cum. Cory could also see Rose's nipples looking just like two fat grapes someone had shoved down the front of her bra as they protruded the front of her sheer blouse. 

The traces of the Rose's lipstick smeared against the pillowcase beside her mouth as she struggled to regain her breath, Cory looked at his watch and saw his 'date' was supposed to be at the motel in less than an hour. Seeing the way Rose's pussy looked when she finally managed to twist back onto her back however, something prodded him to start unbuckling his jeans. 

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Rose Dwyer knew everything that was happening to her was real. Despite the vivid fantasies she'd had about Cory during the week leading up to making the decision to actually drive out and confront him, not to mention the overwhelming orgasms she'd given herself imagining what it would be like to submit herself to him, laying there on the unmade bed of the cheap interstate motel, Rose knew this wasn't a dream. She could still feel the boy's eager mouth working on her pussy a full minute after he'd removed it. A layer of sweat covering Rose's chunky body, she tried her best to focus her blurred vision on Cory standing at the foot of the bed. 

"Maybe it's over and I can just pull my dress down, crawl back out into the rain, get into the car and drive home," Rose pondered, knowing any hope of saving Cory after what she'd just allowed to happened wasn't possible. 

In fact, watching the hazy outline of the kid above her begin to unzip his pants, Rose openly wondered if it may be too late to save herself as well. 

Rose's life, or at least the past week of it, flashed before her dazed eyes watching Cory first unsnap his jeans, then pull the zipper down before sliding his thumbs under the waist of the faded blue denim. Seeing the glistening residue of her cunt coating the boy's entire face, Rose instinctively eased up on her elbows, her eyes flared as Cory prepared to undress. 

The numbing aftershocks of her orgasm still paralyzing her, Rose rested there motionless on the bed, save for the surreal expression that was growing on her face when the first wisps of Cory's golden brown pubic hair came into view. 

Rose was sure Cory could see the cold look of expectation and want in her eyes as he wrapped his fingers around his pants to pull them down. Before he could expose himself completely however, Cory took an unexpected step forward. 

"What's he doing?" a voice echoed with dread through Rose's head. 

Just then she felt the mattress shift beneath her when Cory eased his right knee up on the bed beside her. Looking like a spirit straight out of one of her sick fantasies hovering above her, Rose watched as Cory's frame steadily blocked out the ceiling above. 

Wasting no time, in one hauntingly cat quick motion Cory swung his left leg over Rose's stomach, leaving him perched directly on top of her torso. Rose could feel his weight centered just below her heaving bosom, and each time she inhaled she was sure she could smell the unmistakable aroma of his masculine arousal. 

"Take it out Mrs. Dwyer... if you want it so bad... take it out," Cory hissed down to Rose with unflinching bluntness. 

Every muscle in the older woman's body had turned to stone as she gazed at the obvious protrusion straining the left side of Cory's tight blue jeans. 

"You can't seem to take your eyes off it Mrs. Dwyer... you drove all this way for something," Cory cockily snarled as he teasingly ran his fingertips up and down the bulging crotch of his pants. 

"I'm not gonna take it out... you are," he nodded a few breaths later. 

"... Please... no... don't... don't make... don't make me..." Rose fought to mumble, her tongue as useless as a balled up sock. 

Before she could try to repeat herself, Cory had reached down with his left hand and grabbed her right, forcing it up towards the girth pressing out the front of his jeans. Without a hint of reluctance or shame, Cory shoved the palm of Rose's hand flush against his denim covered cock. 

Holding it tight for several seconds as he stared down into Rose's defeated eyes, Cory slowly eased his grip when he felt the married woman begin tentatively pawing his manhood with her fingers. 

"Good," Cory sighed before removing his hand from Rose's, leaving her fondling his crotch with no aid from him. 

Slowly grinding his pelvis forward on top of Rose's belly, Cory could feel the pressure of her fingertips on the rigid cylinder of his penis as she fought with everything she had not to look him in the eye. Dropping his left hand down on top of Rose's chest, Cory eagerly tweaked the older woman's nipples until they filled shamefully with blood. 

"Again Mrs. Dwyer... take it out," Cory demanded once more, this time cracking a wicked and satisfied smile when he saw her fingers begin to crawl towards the unbuttoned opening of his jeans. 

Never one to wear underwear, when Rose fumbled her hand inside the front of Cory's pants, there wasn't anything shielding her from the phallus she'd lusted over for almost a week. With switchblade like action, Cory's immense cock sprang free and sliced through the air like a meaty club in front of Rose's face the instant she dug it out. 

"... Dear... God..." she closed her eyes and gulped. 

Swinging the girth of his manhood back and forth between the blouse covered swells of Rose's breasts until a series of 'ahhs' were seeping from her throat, Cory inched forward until he was perched comfortably on his knees. 

"Her hand barely fits around it," he thought to himself when he felt Rose's cold, clammy grip try to stretch around the bulging shaft of his prick. 

"It's Alive," the words from a cheesy horror flick resonated inside Rose's head as she traced her fingers over the smoothly stretched skin of Cory's erect penis, face to face now with the appendage she'd fixated over for the past several nights. 

She could feel the heat of his unflinching gaze beating down on her but she still couldn't lift her eyes to his. Instead, all Rose could do was focus her attention on the pulsing slab of cartridge in her hand. 

"Suck it, Slut," she heard Cory tell her with unnerving clarity, sounding almost as if he was talking to some cheap whore he'd picked up on the street. 

"Well what else is he gonna think about you?" Rose's conscience chided. "You're laying flat on your back on an unmade motel bed with your dress hiked up to your waist and your panties ripped open while your jacking off his penis... I can't imagine what would give him that idea?"

Crawling forward, Cory found it difficult to straddle his thighs over the ample mounds of Rose's bosom, but once he had, Cory then aimed his cock straight for the married woman's mouth as she held it like an old fashioned microphone in her hand. 

Watching the bulbous head of his dick inch ever closer to the preacher's wife's disbelieving face, a sizzling tremor swept through Cory's body when he saw the way Rose opened her mouth to accept it. 

Almost from the instant he placed the underside of his cock down on Rose's chin, he could sense she was going to have difficulty managing it. His knees wedged just below each of Rose's armpits as he straddled her chest, Cory rocked forward a few inches trying to create just the right angle to shove his dick into her watering mouth. 

Several garbled grunts leapt from Rose's throat when Cory's manhood weighed down hard on her tongue and he could see her lipstick smeared lips straining for all they were worth as she tried to get her mouth around it. 

"Take it in Mrs. Dwyer," Cory hissed, feeling the mass of Rose's heaving bosom jiggling against his behind as she gnawed at the shaft of his cock, looking almost like a puppy trying to play with an adult dog's chew toy. 

For several minutes, Cory knelt there watching Rose try to ingest the rock hard slab of his phallus but without warning he pulled his cherry red lip stick smeared dick away from Rose's lips, determined to find a more accommodating place to stick it. 

"You want me to fuck you... don't you?" Cory half snickered down to the quivering woman below. 

He asked a second time, determined to get a response. Finally Rose nodded her head up and down just before spreading her knees all the way apart for him, allowing Cory unhindered access between her chubby thighs. 

Swinging his left leg off Rose's chest, Cory stood beside the bed and dropped his jeans down before calmly stepping out of them. Leaving his unbuttoned flannel shirt on, Cory stood there absorbing the mesmerized look on Rose's pale face. 

Goosebumps dotted the married woman's flesh seeing how obscenely stark Cory's huge cock looked attached to such a thin and wiry body. The juices leaking from Rose's pussy greased the sheet beneath her as she watched Cory ease towards the foot of the bed, his erection angling out like a divining rod in front of him until he once again crawled between her legs. 

A chill of dreadful excitement swept through Rose as she laid there waiting, realizing only the second man in her entire life was preparing to penetrate her. 

Seeing Cory's cock swing like an oblong pendulum between his legs as he crawled up on the bed, Rose was trembling feverishly as she anticipated him sliding between her thighs. Instead however, Cory continued working his way up the length of her body until he was crouched once again above Rose's waist. 

"Raise up," he prodded her softly as the spongy head of his straining erection brushed across her the belly of her blouse. 

With every ounce of energy Rose had, she lifted her head and shoulders off the bedding, having no clue what Cory had in mind. 

It didn't take her very long to find out. 

Rose could feel Cory reaching behind her back as he leaned down before finally pinching the zipper of her dress. Inhaling his masculine scent as he rested his chest on top of hers, Rose buried her head against the young man's shoulder in an effort to get as close to him as possible. 

The sound of Cory pulling her zipper down mingled with Rose's own thumping heart until she felt the binding pressure of the garment go slack. 

"All right," Cory sighed as he lifted the dress of Rose's shoulders, leaving her bra clad bosom exposed. 

With the hem of her dress hiked up to her waist, and the top of it pulled all the way down to her belly, Rose was nothing but a mess on the bed as she clutched Cory from below. 

"Don't move yet," Cory said a few seconds later, now turning his attention to the rear hooks of Rose's substantial bra. 

Blindly working the closures free, Cory delicately worked the straps over Rose's shoulders before pulling the bra all the way off and depositing it beside the bed. The older woman's watermelon shaped titties instantly flopped free and spilled down each side of her chest. 

"Damn," Cory muttered, feeling the warm flesh of Rose's breasts against each of his arms

The taste of Rose's vaginal dew still heavy on his palate as he situated himself above the disheveled older woman, Cory leaned backwards and balanced himself on his knees between Rose's thighs as he stared down at the glistening and ripe bloom of her waiting cunt. 

With what little empathy he had, Cory stole a quick glance down to Rose's face as she laid there with her thighs spread wide for him, just to see if she was truly ready to commit herself fully to him. Seeing the same look of hallow want mixed with shame that he saw in many of the married men he serviced, Cory knew from experience that once he shoved his dick all the way inside Rose that all her uncertainty would erode quickly under a series of blistering thrusts. While there might be some moments of guilt in the married woman's future over what she'd allowed herself to do, as cruel as it was, Cory also knew from past experience he would be long gone by the time it happened. 

"Raise your hands up here Mrs. Dwyer... open up your pussy for me," Cory crudely suggested, holding his pose for several seconds before deciding if he had to ask her again. 

Just before he did, a hawkish grin spread across his lips seeing the woman's trembling hands reach up and work themselves down to her crotch... 

Part 3 is on the way... plenty more to come



Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 03



It seemed as if a hive of angry wasps had taken up residence inside Rose's head as she trembled on the bed. The dress she'd worn nothing more now than a tightly twisted knot of material around her waist, Rose could clearly see her own breasts swaying out to each side and could feel the cool motel room air sweeping across her exposed cunt. Staring up at Cory kneeling above her, Rose's dark eyes twinkled ever so slightly seeing the boy's pulsing cock standing at full attention. 

Doing just as he'd told her, Rose raised her chubby arms up and dropped her hands down on the sopping wet fissure of her sex. Staring down between the valley of her mountainous breasts, Rose pulled the rubbery and tingling folds of her labia apart to give Cory unfettered access inside her. 

Silence seemed to engulf the room as Rose gradually lost herself in the gleam in Cory's eyes. Then every fiber in Rose's melting universe exploded in one fiery instant. 

"OOOOHHHHHH MMMYYYYYYYGGGOOODDDDDDDD," the married woman cried when Cory lunged forward and shoved the upper third of his fat cock into her overwhelmed pussy. 

"GGAAAWWWDDDD GGGEEZZZZZZZUUUSSSSSSSS," she croaked, her body shimmying across the mangled sheets as she franticly dug her hands around each side of Cory's trim waist. 

"YES... OH GOD... YES... OH GOD... OH GOD... YESSSSSSSS,'" Rose whimpered over and over as the boy she'd taken in as a youth centered the full brunt of his seething lust down on her starved and aching cunt. 

Gritting his teeth together when he felt Rose's fingers dig into his hips, Cory pounded his groin down on hers with increasingly savage precision. 

It had been a few months since Cory had fucked a woman, and he could feel bottle rockets exploding up and down his spine as the unmistakable sensation of Rose's vaginal muscles clenched greedily around his cock. The older woman's heels pressing hard into his ass, Cory increased the pace of his thrusts between Rose legs as her meaty and warm thighs corralled him from each side. 

Pinning his full weight down on top of Rose's chest a few minutes later, Cory steadily slowed the velocity of his assault until his cock seemed to dredge a little more of Rose's accumulated lust from her cunt with each successive stroke. Wrapping his right hand around the mass of Rose's left tit, Cory reached under the married woman's back with his free hand and lifted her behind a few inches off the sheets to give him a better thrusting angle. 

Gradually titling Rose's body to the right with each shove he made forward, Cory eventually positioned the older woman on her right side, while never once easing his relentless pace. Looking over Rose's shoulder, Cory could see the reflection of her backside in the mirror on the wall. Admiring the way Rose's pale ass looked from behind with his cock drilling through the obscenely stretched lips of her pink and hairy quim, Cory pulled the woman's face tighter against his chest and allowed the non-stop huffs of warm air leaving Rose's lungs to bathe his skin. 

Ruthlessly ramming his cock deep into her molten snatch, Cory temporarily lost himself thinking back to the brief time the Dwyers took him in. Even though the memories were quite blurry due mainly to his own indulgence and chemical experimentation, Cory found himself overcome with arousal seeing the way that same woman was now writhing in his arms, with her dress bunched around her waist, allowing him to freely pillage her body on a sleazy motel mattress. 

A virile chill swept through Cory's bones each time Rose shuddered and gasped against his chest, and it was less than five minutes before he felt the result of a very messy feminine release splashing across his pistoning crotch. 

"Oh My God... she fuckin' squirted all over me," Cory said to himself after he pulled away enough from Rose to see the lurid result of his actions below. 

Their genitals still conjoined, Cory steadily continued to jab his dick in and out of Rose until the white froth of her ejaculate had completely frosted over the rigid and ample girth of his manhood. Feeling the muscles of Rose's cunt continue to constrict and twist around his cock as the aftershocks of her orgasm played out, Cory reached down and cruelly pinched her clit. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH," Rose wailed, her voice echoing loudly through the room as the 20 year old boy rolled the screaming bundle of nerves between his fingers. 

Unable to control her bodily functions, Rose gushed yet again, this time splashing Cory's abs with her clear and drenching ejaculate. 

"... Wha... Wha... Wha... are ya doing... to me?" Rose groaned, but Cory's only response was squeezing his fingertips around her clitoris once again, this time simultaneously shoving the head of his still bulging cock upwards against her g-spot when he did it, which elicited another messy splash from Rose's cunt. 

Over and over Cory did that until he looked down and finally took pity on Rose. Then he removed his cock. 

"You... didn't...?' Rose breathlessly started to ask when she saw his full and unsatisfied erection. 

"Cum?" Cory finished her query. 

"No... like I said earlier... I have a guy I'm meeting later... he likes it when I save it up for him... I better go shower off the smell... he'll freak if he smells a woman on it when he gets down on his knees to suck it," he matter of factly added. 

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"Now what?" Rose thought to herself as a foreboding tide of dread gradually overtook her. 

There she was, half naked on the strewn sheets of a motel bed, well over a hundred miles from home with a man that wasn't even close to being her Husband. Not only was Rose forced to lay there contemplating the certain fall out of her actions, she was having to do it in a warm puddle of her own soaking wet and spewed lust. 

Looking up at Cory as he slid the flannel shirt off his shoulders before nonchalantly starting to walk towards the bathroom to take a quick shower, Rose couldn't get her head around just how callous the young man had become to just fuck her like that then leave her on the bed like a discarded whore. 

Even though she was exhausted, and the reverberations of her orgasm continued to ripple through her tingling flesh, something unquenched still burned inside Rose and she found herself struggling to her feet to follow Cory into the bathroom. 

Rose could've, and probably should've, quietly gotten dressed while Cory was in the shower, slunk back to her car and driven home, literally putting everything that had happened at that Huntington motel in the rear view mirror. Standing beside the bed beside her discarded bra and shoes as the chilly air of the room filtering to her sore pussy through the opening Cory had torn in her panties however, Rose decided if she was in for a dime to satisfy the gnawing itch that had long tortured her, she might as well be in for the full dollar. 

Pulling her dress all the way down to her feet and stepping out of it just before she removed the remnants of her shredded underwear, within a few seconds Rose was standing completely naked in the cramped bathroom doorway as Cory prepared to take a piss. 

For Cory, like any man, peeing wasn't the easiest thing to do when someone was standing there staring at him, especially when it was a naked woman. Clutching his cock by its base as he turned his head to the right to study Rose, and the clear wantonness in her eyes, Cory nodded his head as if to say 'what the hell do you want?"

Without a word, the older woman walked behind Cory before grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it back. 

Looking on with a somewhat startled glare, Cory watched over his left shoulder as Rose stepped into the tub then awkwardly squatted down until her ass was on the floor of the stall and her feet were hanging over the edge. 

Allowing his dick to swing free as he turned to face Rose in the tub, Cory watched as she dithered her fingers into her pussy and started sloshing them around as she worked up the courage to tell him what she wanted. 

"I saw some pictures," Rose quivered a few breaths later. "I can't seem to get them out of my head."

"... I... I want you to pee on... I want you to pee on my clit... I want you to pee on me while I... I..." Rose choked before her voice trailed off. 

"Sam," Cory immediately mouthed to himself, knowing the only photographic record of him doing such a thing was when he'd peed across Sam Puttnam's back as a punishment during one of the DOM/sub sessions, snapping the pictures off on his digital cam as the older man floundered on his hands and knees after Cory had fucked him from behind. 

Having to already pee like a racehorse, Cory grabbed his cock, stepped his right foot up on the edge of the tub and aimed the shaft of his penis directly down between Rose's outstretched legs before coldly complying with the hapless woman's depraved request. 

The entire world seemed to hang in suspended animation for the time it took the initial stream of urine to leave the tip of Cory's cock and start its downward arc towards Rose's cunt. What little conscience Cory had left did feel a twinge of guilt as he stared down at Rose sprawled out in the tub, but seeing the way she viciously circled her fingers through her pussy, Cory could somehow sense just how badly she wanted what he was in the process of doing to her. 

"AAAHHHH," a gasp of satisfaction left Cory's throat, just as it always did when he had to pee really bad and was finally able to empty his bladder. 

All Cory could do was shake his head incredulously as his piss stream connected with Rose's flesh. Taking one long deep breath after another, Cory held his dick by its thick and marbled base, aiming the stream directly at the prized pearl-shaped bulls-eye of Rose's clitoris. On and on it went as the seemingly endless flow of Cory's warm urine sizzled down on Rose's sex. 

"UUUHH... UUUHHHHH," Rose groaned, her voice ricocheting noisily through the acoustics of the small bathroom. 

Cory could see every muscle in Rose's body spasming as she masturbated herself at the same time his piss stream relentlessly rained down between her thighs. 

"UURRGGGGRRRAAAHHHH... UURRGGAAHHHHH," the married woman's groans grew increasingly louder, the sight of her twisted and contorted naked body now causing even Cory to shiver as he tried holding his cock steady. 

"GGGGRRRRRAAAHHH... AAAAHHHYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS... YYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS," Rose squealed, her torso jerking sideways in the tub and her feet twitching in the air as if a dose of electricity had been seared into her veins. 

"AAHH... AAHH... AAHHHH," she gasped over and over, digging her right hand roughly between her thighs as her huge breasts flopped crazily across her chest. 

Within a few seconds, Rose was belting out a continuous moan of release as her overweight piss covered body humped and jerked beneath him. 

Through it all, Cory never wavered. 

Keeping his piss stream aimed directly at Rose's throbbing clit, the callous young man leaned forward until he was directly over top of Rose, peeing straight down on top of her as she writhed in orgasm below. His urine now splashing out in all directions as Rose rutted the back of her head against the smooth surface of the tub, Cory patiently waited until his bladder was empty before tapping the last few drops of his piss down at the convulsing woman's feet. 

Without a word, Cory grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it closed before reaching in to turn on the shower so Rose could cleanse herself. He could hear her gasping and sighing for her breath behind the curtain as he turned to walk back out into the bedroom, giving her all the privacy she needed to put herself back together. 

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Still naked, Cory took a seat on the edge of the same bed he'd just fucked Rose on before reclining all the way on his back. Shifting a few inches to the side to avoid the large wet spot on the sheets from Rose's messy orgasm, Cory stared up at the ceiling as the hissing hum of the shower filled his head. 

The steam from the bathroom eventually casting the air a hazy shade of pale, Cory spent a few minutes trying to make some sense, not only of what had happened over the previous hour, but his entire life in general. It seemed as if seeing Rose, and thinking back to the good she and her Husband had tried to do for him all those years ago might have helped him salvage his life at age 16, if he'd let it. For better or worse however, at that point in Cory's life, with all the demons that were haunting him, he didn't allow it to happen. 

After a lot of soul searching over his teenage years, Cory had decided it was for the best. The same way God created natural athletes or concert pianists, he'd instilled certain unique physical and emotional traits inside him, and after quite awhile of fighting it, Cory finally came to understand and accept the person he'd become. 

Tilting his head towards the bathroom, Cory watched as Rose showered behind the curtain and he found himself imagining what must be going through her mind as the jets of water washed the physical evidence of her sins down the drain. Even though he knew he had a man that was supposed to meet him at the room in less than a half hour, something tripped inside Cory when he heard Rose turn off the shower and pull the curtain back. 

Whatever it was that prompted Cory to pop off the bed and walk back into the bathroom triggered a feeling inside him he'd never quite felt before. Perhaps it was the lone ounce of benevolent decency in his DNA, but when Rose turned the shower off and eventually pulled the curtain back to get out, within a few seconds Cory was waiting there with a towel he'd grabbed off the rack. 

After spending the past few minutes alone in the shower, trying to make some sense of the situation she'd put herself in, and what her next move would be, Rose just assumed she'd finish washing the filth from her body, then dry off, get dressed and part ways with Cory forever, without so much as looking at him as she left. To have him standing there wrapping a towel around her back as soon as she stepped from the tub left Rose feeling as unsettled as she had since she entered the motel room an hour earlier. 

Without saying a word, Cory caressed the towel around Rose's body, first dabbing dry her shoulders before working the cloth down her arms. Without a moment of hesitation, he eased the towel around Rose's front and dried her large breasts before scouring it down her belly. By the time he was done, Cory had worked the towel all the way down to each of Rose's feet before standing back up and re-doing the places he missed. 

Tossing the towel the floor once he was done, he could sense the perplexed fear exuding from Rose's pores. He could tell she had no clue about the change in his personality while she was in the shower, and truth be known, neither did he. But he could feel Rose jump and hear the small shudder of confusion burp from her throat when he reached around from behind and placed his hands firmly on her waist. He could literally feel Rose melt in his grip when he leaned down and kissed the soft tissue on the right side of her neck. 

Whether it was the chilly air of the room against her naked and just showered skin or the sheer disorientation of what Cory was doing to her, but Rose's knees visibly began to knock as Cory gently massaged each of her shoulders while chewing his mouth slowly across her collarbone. Tilting instinctively to her right towards Cory's advances, Rose braced her left hand against the edge of the sink before closing her eyes to lose herself in the moment. 

Swinging her right arm backwards in an attempt to pull Cory closer, Rose's elbow grazed across the chiseled contours of the boy's bare chest an instant before her hand came into contact with his aroused and jutting cock. 

"UUHHH," a quick gasp trickled from Rose's lips as her fingers flexed to wrap around the pulsing girth. 

By the time she had finally corralled Cory's prick in her hand, the young man had steadily began planting warm, wet kisses directly down the center of her back. 

A complex mixture of sympathy, pity, arousal and admiration streamed through Cory's system as Rose trembled anxiously in front of him. With each passing moment Cory found himself appreciating what Rose had tried to do for him all those years earlier, but was too young and immature to accept. An intense desire suddenly welled inside him to thank Rose for trying to salvage any sense of a normal childhood back then, but the only gift he felt he was capable of delivering at that moment was the very thing he was preparing to do. 

Grabbing each of Rose's wide and round asscheeks, Cory kneaded the chubby flesh several times before scrubbing his opened palms up the length of her back until they were firmly clenched around the naked woman's shoulder blades. With barely a hint of effort, Cory pushed Rose's upper body forward until her breasts and chin were flat on the surface of the tiny bathroom sink. 

With the older woman bent all the way forward in front of him, Cory calmly widened his stance, grabbed the base of his throbbing cock with his right hand and jabbed it directly between Rose's alabaster asscheeks. Using the same cock he'd already fucked her so savagely with just minutes earlier, Cory gradually inched the head of his bulging phallus forward until the delicate membrane of Rose's pussy clung to his virile girth. 

"UUUHH... UUHHH... UUHH... UURRRHHHHHHHH," Rose's moans quickened when she felt the young stud's manhood once again stake its claim inside her womb. 

Instead of brutalizing Rose the way he'd done back in the bedroom, this time Cory took his time. Placing both hands around her waist, Cory gracefully nudged his groin forward before reaching up with his left hand to slide his fingers through Rose's still drying hair. 

"YEAH," Cory gritted his teeth and groaned, the sound of his cock sliding back and forth inside Rose's slippery cunt bouncing off the walls of the cramped and steamy room. 

"GGRRRR... AAAHHHH," Rose winced each time Cory patiently plowed forward, her vaginal muscles now gripping and swirling around his rigid spear. 

Able now to allow the true gravity of what he was doing to settle over him as he fucked Rose, the sound of her knees knocking against the doors to the sink's cabinet echoed through the 8' by 4' bathroom each time he pounded her from behind. 

Keeping his left hand secured around the back of Rose's neck, Cory reached up with his right and carved a swath of condensation away from the steamed mirror so he could see himself as he fucked Rose Dwyer. 

Tilting her own head up to gasp for air a few seconds later, Rose was confronted with her own image as well with the devilish reflection of Cory standing proudly behind her, and the look of depraved lust in his eyes each time he rammed his cock deeper into her cunt. 

On and on the carnal coupling writhed on the slick bathroom floor, their naked frames conjoined as one as Cory took sole and complete possession over the married woman's will. 

"GGGAAAAWWWWDDD... YEEEESSSSSS," the 51 year old woman squealed repeatedly, gripping her hands against the wall in front of her now, just below the hazy mirror that reflected the reality of it all, as Cory steadily increased the violence of his thrusts. 

"You wanna get fucked, dontcha," Cory seethed, the sound of his groin crashing into Rose's fleshy ass filling the room as her pussy clung desperately to his cock. 

"AAAHHHHHHH... YEEESSSSS," the writhing woman spat without hesitation, turning her head to the side on top of the sink as Cory tightened the grip of his hand in her hair. 

"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH," Rose yelped several seconds later when out of nowhere Cory slapped her ass hard with his right hand. 




Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 03



"Greedy Slut," Cory whispered down to Rose, feeling her pussy pulse and quiver even harder around his dick when he spanked her. 

Her toes straining on the floor as Cory pounded her from behind, a series of cries and gasps was all Rose could manage as she felt her asscheeks start to sizzle from Cory's raw discipline. 

"Fuck me back Mrs. Dwyer... Come on... Fuck me back," Cory hissed, his evil grin growing even wider when the older woman tried working her rear end backwards against his impaling shaft. 

"OH FUCK YEAH," Cory exclaimed, loving the way Rose's entire body twitched and contorted each time he careened his cock into her. 

Keeping the grip of his left hand tight on the back of Rose's head, Cory rubbed his right hand across the reddened area of her ass where he'd just smacked before the tip of his thumb found its way down to her exposed anus. 

"UUHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH," the married woman wailed the instant Cory simultaneously shoved his cock all the way into her cunt and dipped his thumb into her trembling and tight asshole. 

His thumb wedged securely in Rose's ass, Cory pulled her upper body up from the sink with his free hand until she could look straight ahead and see the harrowing expression of lust plastered across her face in the mirror. 

Retreating a half a step, but still keeping his dick wedged all the way inside Rose's cunt, Cory reached around and massaged her two heaving breasts with his left hand as he pulled her all the way backwards until her back was flush with his chest. Spreading his feet a bit wider, Cory began one slow, churning thrust after another into Rose as he held her in place. Wrapping his right arm over his left to cover her tits, Cory essentially had Rose in a bear hug from behind, savoring every ounce of energy transfer as she writhed and shuddered in his embrace. 

"You gonna cum?" Cory mouthed into Rose's ear before taking several gentles bites down on her lobe. 

Continuing to twist his cock in and out of Rose's snug and simmering snatch, Cory eased backwards slightly and began tracing his lips down the breathless woman's collarbone and shoulder as she nodded in affirmation to his query. 

"You gonna cum all over my cock again?" Cory prodded once he'd moved his mouth to Rose's opposite ear, this time giving his cock an especially brutal thrust forward until it caused Rose to cry out in his arms. 

Cory could feel his own release building as well. Even though he'd planned all along to save his wad for the guy who was supposed to meet him at the motel, once he'd fully committed himself to satisfying Rose, Cory's seed had began its inevitable and irreversible boil. 

Keeping his right hand tight over Rose's bosom, Cory lowered his left hand back down towards Rose's crotch and pinched the soaking wet nub of her clitoris between his fingers as he fucked her with everything he had. 

Rose's nipples pressing into his right arm like two round stones, Cory swirled and spun his left hand across the upper half of the married woman's pussy as he pillaged the center with his ample cock. Feeling his balls swell between his legs as they slapped hard against the back of Rose's thigh each time he hunched forward, Cory used every ounce of energy he had to keep from cumming until he'd sent her over the edge one more time. 

Stabbing the shaft of his manhood in a multitude of angles inside Rose's cunt, Cory gauged her reaction in the mirror until it was clear from the way her eyes exploded open and her mouth shuddered that he'd once again found her G-spot. Honing in on that tiny target, Cory repeatedly drilled his cock at that precise angle until every inch of the older woman's body was thrashing in front of him. 

"That feel good," Cory spat down to Rose, gently biting down on the side and back of her neck as he scissored her clit between his fingers. 

A long "RRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHH YYYEESSSSS" was all the trembling woman could manage as she turned to human jelly in his arms. 

Feeling Rose's body grow more limp with each passing second, with the way her knees were wobbling Cory knew she would collapse straight down on top of the sink if he let her go. Between the grip he had with one arm around her chest, and the other clamped tightly over her crotch, he knew there was no chance of that happening until he was good and ready. 

The sheath of Rose's cunt convulsing and choking around his cock as his seed steadily boiled to the surface, Cory kept jackhammering the fist-shaped head of his penis into Rose's G-spot until she lost control of her bodily functions. Hearing the naked woman's breathing grow tortured and spastic, Cory could feel every muscle in her body constrict and fire before a loud, bellowing howl shot from her mouth and ricocheted like screeching tires through the bathroom. 

"AAAHH... AAHHH... MMMMMYYYGGAAWDDDD... MMYYYYY GGGGGAAWWWDDDD," Rose cried over and over, sounding as if her blood had turned to liquid mercury as it raced through her veins. 

"Cumming?" Cory sadistically quizzed down to Rose as he rolled her clit like a marble between his fingers. "Are you Cumming?" 

"YYYEEEZZZZZZZ... GODDAMMMAMN... YEEZZZZZ!" the preacher's Wife's voice left her lungs like air being forced from a balloon. 

Her feet flopping on the floor as her motor skills betrayed her, Rose once again squirted her vaginal secretions all over Cory's cock before they spritzed across the faux wood paneling of the sink cabinet's doors in front of her. 

Digging her fingernails into the flesh of Cory's arms as he savagely drove her to orgasm, Rose grinded her backside against Cory's groin, attempting to drain the life-giving seed now bubbling from his loins. 

"AAAHHH... AAAHH... AAAHHHHHH," she continued to groan, beads of sweat now trickling down the side of Rose's forehead as she cowered in Cory's arms. 

"Cum for me... please," Rose somehow leaned back, steadied her tongue and begged up to Cory. 

"GGGRRRRAAAAAHHHHHH.... GGRRAAAHHHHHHHH... GGRRAAHHHHHHHH," Cory's husky voice belted out like a train engine, his pelvis now working with blinding speed until it appeared as if a seismic wave finally slammed through his entire 6 foot 4 inch frame. 

Within a few seconds, glob after steaming glob of Cory's thick and rich seminal fluid was washing deep into Rose's starved womb. 

It had been so long since a real cock had been inside Rose she'd almost forgotten just how glorious it felt for a man to ejaculate inside her. Even during the all too rare lovemaking sessions with her Husband, she'd never felt anything like what Cory had unleashed inside her. It was like a champagne bottle had been shaken then uncorked inside her pussy as the 20 year old boy pasted the depths of her vaginal cavity. 

Clutching her right hand over top of Cory's as he continued to frig her clitoris, Rose squeezed the walls of her cunt as fiercely as she could around Cory's cock, trying to milk every bit of lust she'd earned from his loins. 

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By the time it was over and Rose and Cory had finally unhitched their sore and shaken bodies, an eerie hush of resolution had settled in the room. Immediately grabbing the edge of the sink with both hands when she felt Cory ease back and let go of her body, Rose held on tight to keep from falling as Cory's cum steadily seeped from her womb and hung like icicles from her swollen labia. 

Without turning around, Rose could hear the shower start up and without a word, Cory step inside. All that was left for her now was to splash a wave of cold water from the sink across her face, seek out her clothes and make the walk downstairs to her car so she could drive home and resume her life. 

She knew she'd probably never see Cory again but she felt some sort of strange closure after everything was said and done. On her way down the steps, she even passed and older man who was walking up. From the way he seemed to tilt his face away from her's, Rose was pretty sure it was the gentleman Cory had a date to meet. 

Smiling and nodding at the mid 50ish guy as she passed, Rose filled with a sick but tangible pride feeling Cory's seed swimming inside her, knowing she was carrying it home with her. 

It was akin to the same measure of guilty pleasure Rose took sitting in church the following Sunday when she looked over and saw Sam Puttnam sitting there reading scripture with everyone, oblivious to the terrible secrets she knew about him... 

THE END

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